Villages burning, forests on fire, families running from their homes, hatred and malice towards him and his kind; everywhere he went it was always the same, even the villages that were kind to him or revered him as a god would one day turn on him as if he were a demon. He was a brilliant creature, with glistening blue scales that looked as pure as sapphires, wings that glowed silver and looked as if they could create hurricanes in a single beat, a tail that could level a mountain with ease, and fiery red eyes that felt as though they could pierce through one’s very soul. Yes, this creature that despised humanity, and will forever be misunderstood is a dragon. Misunderstood, that is, until he met a young girl who was sent to kill him. This is story of the frozen dragon Faizel, and the blazing witch Amorzeil, and the destruction that follows.
In a cold and distant land of hardship and pain, there is a particularly prominent collections of mountains known for their treacherous peaks. One mountain in particular stands above the rest. Not only in height and size, but also because it is the only mountain that snow will never accumulate upon. The reason for that is because it is the dragon Faizel himself. After several thousand years of hardship and betrayal, Faizel took it upon himself to sleep in this unforgiving, frozen wasteland, until the day when the pain in his heart would fade.
One particular day, however, some ten years after Faizel had decided to exile himself from the outside world, a young girl of ten years with scarlet red hair and piercing silver eyes happily skipped across this wasteland. Beneath her feet, after each step she took, the ground burst into flames. All around her the world was burning, and she was happily enjoying every second of it. She skipped her way up to the peak of the second tallest mountain, took a deep inhale, and boomed, “HEY FAIZEL, WAKE UP!!! YOU DAMN FROZEN FLYING LIZARD!!!!” Immediately she clapped her hand to her ears, knowing that if the echo didn’t make her go deaf, then the response definitely would. “FIVE MORE MINUTES… WAIT… I HATE COMPANY SO JUST GO AWAY!!!!!!!” the frozen flying lizard… I mean Faizel boomed back even louder. Hearing this response, the girl decided to up her game a little bit. She started chanting in a long lost language, invoking an ancient magic, and conjured a giant hammer 100 times her size that was made of fire. “I won’t take no for an ANSWER!” she said as she bashed the hammer over the head of the tallest mountain there. In doing so, all the snow in a two mile radius was instantly vaporized from the heat. There was a loud thud, and an even louder roar that followed. “Geez,” the girl said, “You don’t have to yell! My hearing is probably damaged enough already.” The tallest mountain resumed its original form of the dragon Faizel. “Then don’t bash me over the head with a GODS DAMN HAMMER!!!” Faizel retorted, “Okay, okay you got me awake, so now what?” He was clearly pissed as evidenced by the fact that the air above his head was vaporizing into plasma. Before the girl had time to respond, Faizel stabbed faster than the eye can see at her with his tail. The girl casually back flipped over the giant tail that came swinging at her, surprising Faizel greatly. “I should introduce myself,” the girl said, “My name is Amorzeil, and I am your daughter.” Faizel was stunned for a moment before continuing his attempts to kill her. She casually dodged, jumped, and flipped out of the way of each swipe, before the stopping the last attempt with her index finger. “I guess you really are my daughter, only someone with dragon’s blood in their veins could stop my tail so easily, and there aren’t many dragons left,” Faizel said, “But just for the record, I take no responsibility for you whatsoever. I have done that too many times in my life for me to want to go through child raising again.” “That’s okay,” Amorzeil responded, “I was sent here to kill you anyways. Hey! Don’t give me that look! You of all dragons should know the masses of people that hate dragons these days considering how much time you spent with them…”
“Wait who is your mom anyways?” Faizel asked curiously, for he had lived a very long life and fallen in love too many times to count. “Beats me, the village I lived in killed her before attempting to raise me as their weapon against the dragons. The only thing I remember is her telling me that you lived in a cold, desolate wasteland, and that you could train me if you felt up to it,” Amorzeil said, “Also, I probably won’t kill you, not saying that I could, because I hate the people in my village. They tortured me and beat me beyond the limits of a normal human’s capacity for pain, and when I go back there I want to slaughter all of them, so I thought you might want to help me with that.” Faizel thought to himself for a moment, he hadn’t moved much at all in the past ten years, and he could do with some exercise. “Okay, very well, I will go with you to kill your entire village, but only if you help me destroy another 100 or so villages in the vicinity,” He said while changing into his humanoid form, “I kind of hate everyone around that area. Those ungrateful bastards won’t know what hit them.” Faizel landed on top of the same peak as Amorzeil.
Amorzeil quickly went to embrace her now 6’2” humanoid father, and was quickly met with a flick that sent her plummeting to the base of the mountain. Luckily, she released her wings in time to save herself from an extremely unpleasant headache. “Well, it looks like your transformative capabilities are not half bad for someone at your age,” Faizel said looking around, “Although you might have overdid it with the wakeup call earlier. I mean the entire biome is different, even the climate has changed!” Amorzeil took a quick look around, noticing how much greenery had grown in the place of the melted snow. “Wow! I forget my own strength sometimes, but it woke you up didn’t it?” Amorzeil said. “Yeah, remind me to pay you back for that later,” Faizel growled.
Before they left the previously arctic hellhole, Faizel said he had to get some stuff together. He sprouted beautiful emerald colored wings and sped off to what used to be the highest point on the continent. When he got there he opened a dimensional pocket, and took out the supplies he would need to travel on a long journey. He closed the dimensional, and returned to Amorzeil whose jaw could not have been closer to the floor. “WHAT?!” Amorzeil exclaimed, “You can open up a hole in space-time and put stuff in it?” “Yeah, all dragons can do that,” Faizel explained, “We can also change our size, change our skin color, the color of our wings, and breathe elements other than fire. The only drawback to our little pocket dimensions is that they can’t be connected or moved. They can only be opened from the spot that made the hole in space-time. I’ll teach you how to do it later.” Amorzeil’s eyes sparkled for a moment, “Really?!” she said, “Oh that is so cool!” “You are just like a little kid,” Faizel responded. “That’s because I am a little kid,” Amorzeil happily retorted, “So, are you ready to go?” “Just one last thing I need to take care of, but I can only take care of it once we are at the edge of the new biome you just created,” Faizel explained.
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As soon as they got to the very edges of the newly sunny and tropical paradise that Amorzeil had created, Faizel drew a sharp inhale for a few seconds, and exhaled the most adorable snowflake imaginable. As it made contact with the ground, a giant ice wall shot up from the ground encircling the newly made biome. “You are full of surprises aren’t you, father?” Amorzeil said slyly. “What are you getting at?” Faizel asked cautiously, “And don’t call me father.” “Oh, nothing… it just seems like you are showing off, if only a little bit, and I am surprised that you are acting so kind considering your opinion of humans as well as the fact that we are about to kill several thousands of them if not more,” Amorzeil said speaking in a very deliberate manner, “I mean, I am absolutely calm because my mind has been shattered into a million pieces and put back together and then shattered over and over again. The only reason I can actually talk to you with any degree of emotion is because I severed the neural pathways in my brain that connected any of those terrible memories from all emotional responses, so I can look back at those terrible memories but I won’t get PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) from it. I guess it is a good that I am half-dragon though because I could not have performed such surgery on my brain so easily.”
“Dammit!” Faizel cursed, while staring at the ground so intensely that you would think that it was going burst into flames. “What is it?” Amorzeil asked. Faizel look at her with the eyes of a wild beast, and back handed her, sending her into the front face of the nearest mountain, which was two miles south of their current location. He immediately moved there and yelled, “Do you have any idea how stupid of an idea that is? You could have cut off much more than the emotional links to those memories. You literally could have become brain dead, is that what you want. Just because you can do something with these extraordinary powers doesn’t mean you should! I know that torture is traumatizing, I have been through it, but I never ever altered my brain because of it. I know it is a painful thing to go through and your mind constantly has to heal itself, which is something only the minds of a dragon (or half-dragon) can do, but it is better than having no mind at all!”
Amorzeil fell off the sizeable dent in the mountain onto, and just burst into tears and said, “I am sorry, I won’t do it again.” Faizel was still pissed, so he punched the mountain, and it shattered into a thousand pieces. Looking at this sight made Amorzeil cry even harder. I might have over done it a little bit Faizel thought to himself. “Listen, I am not mad at you anymore, but if you ever get into a situation like that again there’s a simple trick to deal with the pain and emotions,” He said, “All you have to do is shut off your emotions and pain receptors while you are being tortured. It takes a bit of effort to get the hang of imitating cries of pain, but if you can figure it out, you can be tortured until whoever captured you is satisfied and those memories won’t have any emotional ties to be severed in the first place.” “Really? That is all I have to do?” Amorzeil said in a tone that was mixed with apprehension and frustration. “Yep.” Faizel said. “Why did you yell like that then?” Amorzeil asked. “I did it because I care,” Faizel responded. He sat with Amorzeil beneath the shattered mountain for a few hours while she thought about how much of an idiot she was, and wondering why Faizel would blow up so furiously at her.
After they were done, Faizel suggested that they race to see who could get to the village first. Faizel obviously won in the end, he has greater experience in both flying and cheating anyways, but Amorzeil put a good fight by sending Faizel to several other dimensions with her magic throughout the race. Faizel was easily able to escape those dimensions, but he was slowed down due to the sheer volume of portals she had created. They finally got to the village, and stood atop the valley that surrounded it. “Alright, kid, it’s time for revenge!” Faizel said in a somewhat sadistic voice. “Let’s do it,” Amorzeil agreed. Faizel began with his favorite destructive method of all. He took a deep breath and breathed a blast of air that felt like it was subzero. It instantly froze half of the mile long valley and about 60 percent of the village contained within. “Interesting style,” Amorzeil mentioned, “But honestly, I prefer to heat things up.” She began to chant in ancient language, and spread fire across the other half of the valley, turning the inhabitants into ash. It quickly spread and increased in intensity before colliding with the wall of ice that encased the other side of the village. When the fire met the wall of ice a massive explosion occurred due to the fire being hot enough to rapidly sublimate the ice, and create a massive expansion of air. When the steam and smoke had settled, it was evident that there was no living soul left in that valley. The people that were encased in ice had been shattered by the explosion, and the ones caught in the fire were nothing but ash. All that was left behind was a beautiful rainbow from the shattered ice that was still falling and refracting the sunlight.
“You know, that felt pretty good,” Amorzeil and Faizel said in unison. They looked at each other and Faizel burst out laughing, “You know what kid, you are not too bad of a daughter. That was pretty smart to have the fire meet up with my ice wall,” he said. “You’re not too bad yourself, old man, your ice wall went all the way through those villager’s bodies so it was easy to make them shatter,” she responded. They decided to build a palace upon the ruins of the village they just massacred. They built it with their magic, using both fire and ice as materials for the walls and rooms. It eventually looked like a castle of lava that had been frozen. There was a lava moat with molten ice flowing through it and beautiful flames are trapped in ice around the four corners of the palace. They set this up as their base of operations, and created it in such a way that it would self-destruct if they decided to part ways. The beauty of the palace was only matched by the paradoxical relationship of the young witch of fire, and the ancient dragon of ice that are father and daughter. As they destroy more and more villages, they grew closer, and it was on clear nights that they would lay down in fields or on the roof of their palace to make their own fireworks and enjoy the simplest of things. They both had such a grand love for destruction and creation that they became as close as a father and daughter can be. They would one day be known far and wide, not for the number of villages they had destroyed, but instead for the bond they had forged through endless battles. The last words that someone had recalled them saying was “Dad?” “Yes, Amorzeil?” “Promise me we will be together forever.” “I promise.”